It seemed like he had been walking for a long time.
His sight was clouded by a dense fog, leaving the road ahead unseen.
When he turned around, even his path back was lost.
Wandering aimlessly, tiring and cold but undeterred, he kept in mind a clear goal.
Through heaven and earth, the chaos of reincarnation, I am determined to find you.
Even against thousands of hills and mountains, he refused to give up.
He eventually collapsed, but his eyes stayed fixed on the peak of the mountain.
His spirit seemed to float, piercing through the fog to reach the mountaintop.
His body moved through the ancient, robust wooden doors and arrived in the courtyard.
As if guided by fate, he arrived at the back garden.
A young lady dressed simply was fetching water. Her movements were slow yet graceful, like the slow flow of time from her fingertips, a tranquility and silence that can even soften the cold wind.